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Evil Annette.
This was the name I received in the world into which I was incarnated.
In the novel, Annette was destined to commit repeated atrocities of misdeeds and destruction to match her reputation as a villain.
Therefore, after being surprised by the beautiful face reflected on the surface of the mirror, the reincarnated woman had to think about the plot of the novel and find a way to change her life so that the people around her would love her.
But she didn't have much time to change her fate, because as soon as she opened her eyes in Annette's body, she was locked in a mental institution.
It wasn't that she had any real mental problems.
Of course, the mental state of the evil Annette was questionable, but at least the reincarnated Annette was normal.
However, Anet was imprisoned due to complicated circumstances, and the Odentian Empire was not familiar with the concept of a mental ward; Therefore there was no proper knowledge or treatment of mental illness.
Elysia has been described more as a concentration camp than a mental institution.
It was blowing cold air from the walls even in the middle of summer.
Exposure to this cold air could even cause the sun to lose its rays, not to mention that those trapped there would suffer real mental illness.
There were not many things to do in such a place, all Annette did when she was imprisoned in Elysia Sanatorium was stare at the ceiling and walls and then sleep.
So today was going to be another day similar to yesterday...
If only that guy hadn't come.
Just before that “man” appeared, Annette, as usual, was staring at the dimly lit walls in a constant attempt to discover what the rotting, tower-like shapes were spreading around.
Squeak_
At that moment, the heavy iron door opened with a terrifying sound.
Annette closed her eyes, avoiding the bright light that flooded the room, and then the man standing at the door spoke.
“It's time to take your pill.”
The sound was as hard as a hospital bed, but it was softer than the mad woman's screaming coming from the next room.
When Annette didn't respond, the doctor finally forced her to wake up.
The discomfort was evident in the movement of his thick hands.
When she was forced to open her eyes, Annette's face was beautiful but expressionless.
If one were to look for emotion in her countenance, only lethargy would be found shrouding the corners of her face.
It was a face that reflected her meek acceptance of death.
“Swallow it.”
“I am a Marchioness, and you cannot be disrespectful to me.
If my father, the Marquis Scheringen, had died, wouldn’t I be the Marchioness now?”
For the first time in days, a cracking sound escaped from between her chapped lips.
The doctor's expression wrinkled.
“Did you kill your father with your own hands because you wanted to be called a Marchioness?”
“I didn't kill him.”
“No one believes it.
The major dailies are still talking about the murder of Marquis Scheringen.”
“You don't see my disappearance reported in the newspapers, do you?
Kidnapping and imprisoning a beautiful woman like me deserves a knighthood.”
“You are not imprisoned.
You are in custody because you are not mentally healthy.
We are saving your life because you could be executed if you go to court.”
“They can’t send me to prison if there is no evidence, so they treat me like I’m mentally ill and lock me in a place like this.”
Annette's light green eyes flashed intensely.
The doctor blinked, almost believing her innocence.
'She's a sorceress.'
It wasn't clear whether she was an assassin or not, but it was certain that she had strange manipulative powers.
As Annette said, there was no evidence that she committed the murder.
However, under the circumstances, she was the only possible culprit.
Because next to the dead Marquis, Annette was holding a gun.
There were some mysteries, but all the clues pointed to Annette as the killer.
“We spoke to your relatives and they said that you are the killer.”
“They covet my title and wealth.”
Marquis Burhardt Scheringen loved his daughter exceptionally and promised her that she would inherit all his titles and possessions.
After Annette became his successor, there was dissatisfaction within the Scheringen family, the reason being that they could not entrust the fate of the family to a woman.
So they took this opportunity and acted like hyenas to take Annette's position.
“I don’t understand why they would covet my position so much when this Shiringen family will be destroyed in the future without a trace anyway?”
“The Sheringen family will live just fine without you.”
“No, they will accuse them of treason and slaughter even the smallest member of them.
This is the end of the family that gave birth to an evil woman.”
“Are you saying you are a forecaster who knows the future?”
“You said you were a doctor, but how could you be so stupid?
I don’t know the future, but this world is inside a book, and I know the end of this book.”
The doctor laughed.
Annette has said crazy things about this world being just a fantasy world in a book and that she already knows the ending.
How could she say she was from another world when she couldn't leave the mental institution even if she was normal?
“If you keep saying things like this, you'll never get out of here.”
Of course, Annette knew exactly what she looked like to the Doctor when she started talking about reincarnation.
She knew what she knew, but she decided to let go and be patient.
She didn't mean to ask the doctor to believe her, so Annette's attitude was never affected and she didn't lose her temper.
But there was something about the matter-of-fact way she spoke that turned people's emotions upside down.
The doctor felt insulted by the idea of her manipulating him and placed the pills in Annette's hand in a cruel, hateful manner.
“Swallow it.
You deserve to go to prison for killing the Marquis, but fortunately for you, you have been admitted to a mental institution.”
Annette stared at her hand that held the drug.
It was paler than the white pills.
Her pale white skin was thinner and more translucent; So much so that she thought her bones might be visible in the sunlight.
Annette looked at the pills and popped them into her mouth.
The doctor smiled and watched Annette's soft face.
It was too good a face to die in a place like this.
She was now dressed in shabby clothes, but the woman who had once worn the best clothes and adornments was so beautiful that the word “flower” was not enough to describe her beauty.
If it wasn't for the complicated situation they were in, he would have tried to touch her.
Annette felt the doctor's constant gaze fixed on her.
For a moment, a different light flashed in Annette's otherwise blank eyes.
Tfw_
Annette spat the medicine into the doctor's face.
Her spit and pills stuck in the doctor's eyes.
“I told you not to look at me with those dirty eyes.”
The doctor hurriedly wiped his face with disinfectant, then grabbed Annette's face and forced her mouth open.
“Arrrgh!”
"Damn you bitch, how dare you spit in my face!
Swallow it.
Swallow this medicine!"
“Mmmnngg...”
The doctor poured the entire bottle of pills into Annette's mouth.
Annette tried to cover her mouth with both hands, but her weak body, lacking food, could not bear the man's strong grip.
The doctor was now strangling Annette.
Unable to breathe, Annette struggled, trembling.
He got very angry this time and crossed the line.
Finally, the tightly closed mouth opened and the pills entered.
The doctor dropped the bottle with a clatter and stepped back.
Annette coughed hard as she let out a choked breath; Then I heard a faint sound, weaker than Annette's coughing, coming from nearby.
“How dare you do something like this to the Grand Duchess?”
There was a tall man randomly hitting the doctor.
The doctor trembled helplessly as each fast, hard fist flew mercilessly towards him.
“You kept my missing wife locked up in a place like this.”
His missing wife?
The man, who appeared as a monster rather than a hero, seemed to be trying to imitate a husband punishing the evil man who had assaulted his dear wife.
Under these circumstances, that wife was Annette, but Annette did not know who he was.
Since Annette was destined to die young because of her harassment of the heroine, she had no time to marry or have a husband.
While wondering whether the novel's Annette had a hidden lover, she watched the doctor being beaten until his back was softer than his stomach.
The unknown man's fist flew in all directions.
'I think stabbing him with a knife would be more merciful.'
The man was cruel, like someone born to inflict pain on others.
Maybe it was because of his silver hair that shook with every time he swung his fists, but Annette strangely remembered the name of a certain person over and over again.
Many onlookers crowded at the door, but no one dared to stop what was happening.
The doctor soon passed out, and Annette's coughing stopped at that point.
The man threw the swollen doctor against the wall and approached Annette.
He also reminded her of someone with a sharp jaw that contrasted with his hair, soft and flowing like a bird's feather.
'This is impossible...
Could this man be that person from the novel?'
When the man approached and got down on one knee, Annette instinctively avoided him, but he was quicker than her and hugged her.
His action was very sudden.
“Dear Annette.”
His voice was calm and gentle.
It was hard to believe that such a tone was coming from the mouth of someone whose knuckles were covered in blood.
“Who are you...”
“It's me.
Your husband, Theodore.
I have finally found you.”
Theodore.
Annette's body stiffened at the mention of that name.
If he was the Theodore you knew, the devastated doctor should be grateful for the fact that there was no knife in this man's hand.
If Theodore had a small weapon, he would have definitely killed him.
When the name she imagined matched the name the man spoke, Annette felt choked up again.
Perhaps sensing Annette's nervousness, Theodore moved closer to her.
A harsh voice, completely different from the gentle voice he had just used, pierced Annette's ear.
“You creature from beyond this world.
If you want to go out, pretend you love me.”
It was a threat clearly disguised as an audible suggestion.
This man knew that Annette was incarnated.
“Do you understand what I'm talking about?”
Annette nodded.
Who is this man?
How did he know who she was?
He wanted her to pretend to love him if she wanted to go out?
Did he mean to get out of here?
Will he be her savior?
If he was the villain in this novel, she should immediately push him away and not even breathe in front of him.
But Annette had no other choice.
She had to hold his hand in order to survive in this cold mental institution.
“You're finally here.
I've been waiting for you to find me.”
Annette smiled brightly as she wrapped her arms around the neck of the husband she had just met.
She decided to become the devil's wife in order to survive.